superstition

[fcrtuna-blog1]

    “ ... i am not lost, i live here. promise. “

[verbosities]

and her smile - it forges galaxies and fosters life in a barren world   but oh, her rage - it shatters the stars and brings constellations to their knees

a big bang of its own // s.g (via verbosities)

[incvitably-blog]

     if you believe it was destined to happen it is most likely to happen,        if you believe nothing has been decided then most likely nothing has been decided. 

                                                   [ fate ]

[thornysuggestion]

i’m entirely capable of being a fucking nightmare.

[myownprivatetrap-blog]

Bates Motel sentence starters

“I’m pretty sure the last time we spoke, you told me to ‘drop dead, bitch.’ Sorry I took it personally.”

“You don’t get it, do you? She’s ruined you.”

“She’s not a bad person, she’s just not perfect!”

“I’m just saying that there are different ways to produce an economy.”

“This is all a little peculiar.”

“Can I give you some advice? You gotta cut that shit out.”

“You had every right to defend yourself.”

“I didn’t defend myself! I killed the crap out of him!”

“You don’t just walk away from your parents.”

“Once you get past the blood and guts of it all, it’s really quite beautiful work.”

“Are you trying to say that you have something on me? Is that it?”

“I’m pretty used to things not turning out the way I expect and making the best of it.”

“I want someone to know the truth about me in this world, and I’d like that to be you, if you’re okay with that.”

“You’re the person that I’m closest to in this world.”

“You’re a dick!”

“There are ax murderers and whores stuffed under every rug.”

“Life’s a cesspool you claw and scratch and fight to swim out of, but you never get to the top!”

“You do errands for your mom. Well, aren’t you a dying breed?”

“He’s a lame-ass poser. Thinks he’s a character out of Scarface.”

“Such a pretty little kid. Such a trusting girl, and I couldn’t protect her.”

“Oh yeah. You’re that guy with the God complex.”

“You think you know what life is, that it’s something you just stay on top of with your soft words and your nice summer jacket?”

“You sit there in your little playhouses with your cocktails, and you judge the rest of us.”

“How can you ask me to live with this?”

“I will die if you leave.”

“Don’t you ever get tired of being so stoic?”

“God, you’re contrary.”

“Trust me, you can only do that for so long before you start sounding like Scrooge McDuck.”

“You know that’s the only memory I have of her where she sounded happy?”

“Once you start touching somebody’s body, the rest of it just kind of melts away.”

“It’s so funny how people leave their things. There’s such an energy in it, like the person’s still present somehow in the animation.”

“I’m not sure I’d refer to it using the term ‘magical.’”

“People who have had crappy upbringings can sense it in other people.”

“I see a kindness and a sensitivity in your face, and also hurt.”

“If someone’s always looking at you like you’ve done something wrong, talking to you like you’ve done something wrong, treating you like you’ve done something wrong, I mean, you start to believe that you’ve done something wrong!”

“Chaos seems to swirl around you, and I’m not sure why.”

“I’m not lying. I’m not revealing the whole truth.”

“She the one who won’t talk to me. She’s the one being irrational.”

“We were so close, her and me. We were all we had.”

“She was my whole world, my whole life.”

“I mean, I loved her. You can’t help who you love.”

“Parents do not have needs.”

“We all whitewash our parents’ sins, because on some level, because we have to.”

“I miss how close we used to be.”

“How dare you come into my house and say such an ugly thing to me.”

“Screw off, shit head!”

“Why do crazy people keep gravitating towards me?”

“Sometimes you hear and see things that aren’t there.”

“I came here to start over. We are starting over!”

“I’m just trying to help you, kiddo.”

“We have to be together. We’re supposed to be together.”

“Do you feel bad after?”

“It wasn’t anything more than what it looked like.”

“I love you more than my own life.”

“I don’t ever want to live in a world without you.”

[coldofflesh]

                       I am not docile, and I will not rollover                             and ACCEPT my fate without blood                                 I will fight until I can fight no more

[fcrtuna-blog1]

                        “ storms are approaching, there’s no where to 𝐻𝐼𝒟𝐸. “

[fcrtuna-blog1]

Music note me~

listen a little longer.

left boy - DANGEROUS.

“   you don’t wanna fuck around with me    you’re talking to a goddamned    GOD. “

[fcrtuna-blog1]

"you’re an idiot and i’m very proud of you. don’t do that again." ~lcmalheur

be brave.

Everything in her broils; a seething anger, not directed to him, sits on her like a fog. He speaks, and for a fraction her ire is eased. 

He’s alive, and she’s alive.

And she’s not Ladybug yet, a fact she flushes over when she realizes she’d just pushed him out of the way of a blast that, actually, would have killed her. Without the suit she is feeble, feels it in the bite of concrete and the way she shifts upwards, only to hear herself gasp out in pain. Well, stupid or not, he’s proud of her. 

So she smiles at him, a pretty thing with blindingly bright eyes.

    “ no promises, kitten. “

[fcrtuna-blog1]

                                           “ lost to the dark i drift ᴬᴸᴼᴺᴱ. "

[fallnangelstandingby-blog]

Put ♬ in my ask box, and I’ll give you a song that my muse would relate to yours.

[fcrtuna-blog1]

"everyone else believes in you. why shouldn’t you?" ~who tf do u think

be brave.

In the dark, she finds herself lost to the magic of Paris.

It’s silent, far moreso than her home and far too vast. It feels like she’s drowning, the air in her lungs so stale she chokes on it. The remnants of her heart ring bitter, staining her with dark thoughts and the same malice plaguing her fair city; perhaps she should seek solice somewhere else, rather in the heights she can hide in and the lonely moon that hangs before her. Can’t seem to bring herself to move, even if she can justify the anger and hatred that stings at her eyes, pooling with tears.

And he lands, somewhere behind her– to suprise her, she thinks. But the thought is so far from her mind, to think he would want to make her smile makes her bones shake in anger.

So she turns, snarling and heckling like a caged animal. For a moment she makes herself bigger, vainly hoping that if she reacts strongly enough, he will leave and she can wollow in her darkness by herself. This foolishness does not last long, because instead of shrinking like a violet from her anger, he stands steadfast.

Something in his eyes goes dark for a second, before it’s replaced with his usual brightness, and he takes steps to her. They are slow, calculated– this much she can tell, even when scrambling to the edge, telling herself she needs to be alone, not to be near him and never to let him see the pieces of her that are breaking.

It comes to a crashing halt when he gains on her, much faster than her in every way, and pulls her against his chest. She’s sure the gesture was to be comforting, but it’s too hard. Usually this attempt at control would be insulting, but with her being as feral as she is, she can’t seem to fathom what is happening.

Within seconds, she is caught between him, and a wall. Despite her fingers digging in, he seems resolute in holding onto her. So she does the only thing she can do now, which is relax and let herself go. While she cries, she can hear him softly speak to him. Gentle words, things to make her feel better. Failure is a bitter and cold thing, but he is a warmth she takes too much comfort in. Perhaps it is why she wanted to be alone, to learn to be without him.

He seems to have other plans.

Once she calms, in the silence he speaks, and she does not know how to answer.

Why shouldn’t she, indeed. Maybe it’s the taste of a defeat, or that she once again wrought evil upon her city, even without knowing. How is she supposed to react to these failures? To be like this is to never admit to her wrongs, and she is more than willing to admit she is not perfect.

And while she sits against the wall, conflicted, he stays with her.

[miraculousmasterlist-blog]

Reblog if you’re a Miraculous Ladybug Roleplay blog!

you will be added to the MasterList right HERE.

[fcrtuna-blog1]

"i can’t have you gone. i need you here." ~lcmalheur

be brave.

Shattered glass lays at her feet, eyes wide as she stares at the ruined display of her parents shop. Around her are arms, tightly gripping her and holding her against a firm chest– the smell of leather and him dominates her nose, and for a second she wants to scream at him. Wants to ask why he’d almost kill himself to sover her from something like glass, for god sake.

She’s aware the glass could’ve killed her, but she is so, so much more worried about him.

But when she tears herself from his arms and glances over Chat’s body, there are no marks. Silly, her mind sing songs.

Silly girl, thinking he would risk himself for you. He knew he wouldn’t get hurt. And she flushes, face burning with her moment of stupidity ( he might be reckless but he’s not so blind, is he? ) and wriggles within his grasp. She doesn’t even realize he’s leaning back to look at her, to watch her burning face and putting 2 and 2 together.

And then he laughs a little, and his voice rumbles.

And her breath stops.

And they stare at one another for long, aching moments.

The moment breaks when the cackling of the akuma can be heard in the distance, and he leaves to go ‘help his lady’.

Too bad she’s stunned on the floor, furiously fighting the feelings mingling within her chest.

[fcrtuna-blog1]

"i do not want to die who i am. i’d like to live long enough to be someone else." ~lcmalheur

be brave.

The cold is almost as bitter as she feels; even in the calm of the night, she is borderline angry at the death of summer and it stains her happiness like wine. The company is nice, even if he’s mostly silent and staring off into the distance like he’s in a music video.

Marinette likes to think he’s a touch dramatic, sometimes.

Proves it when he speaks, but she doesn’t snort out her amusement– smiles, shifting slightly to look at him and offers him a light poke to the nose. He is ridiculous sometimes, believing himself to be evil or selfish. She thinks him utterly human, even if stinted in the ways of social events. He is a blessing because he does not ask for more from her.

    “ you’ve got some time, so you can take your time. although i don’t think stealing someone’s identity is a normal aspiration. “

[frostwill]

critical role sentence starters !!!

so… we’ll talk later.

why won’t you stay down and die with dignity?

no. no further.

this is not over. it can’t be.

try not to have too much fun without us.

i have this blink candle. it’s formed from various animals that blink.

it’s so rare that we’re actually given the opportunity to be honest about everything. we might as well try it once and see if we like it.

you know i’m in love with you, right?

you seem… like a person. and that’s great.

those are coins! you’re not making it rain, you’re making it hail!

i’m killing someone, hold please.

your secret is safe with my indifference.

my heart is someone else’s.

do not go far from me. if we are out of earshot, you are too far from me.

um, i don’t know if it’s the food you made or the fact that we’re going to die tomorrow, but i want to kiss you.

i was all kinds of fucked up a few weeks ago.

you’re all kinds of fucked up all the time. we all are. and that’s why we’re together.

i just want to let you know… i am possibly the worst person you’ve ever met.

i think i kind of hope… not necessarily to hurt you or harm you, but i hope that one day… that you can know just how awful i can be.

you can curse, it’s okay. you killed one of us.

i think i’ve always been in love with the idea of you.

i was only gone for thirty seconds!

i encourage violence.

i can give you the means to protect them.

i do not want to die who i am. i’d like to live long enough to be someone else.

you’re on your own, fuckface.

a volcano is - is nature’s candle!

sometimes people go and they don’t come back.

do you spice?

so we’re going to kill everyone that we see in the next ten seconds.

i don’t want to be here if you’re not.

i told you before. no one kills you but me.

he traded his life!

i don’t have very many things that i care about and i don’t have anything that cares about me.

i’m great! well, not really, but i’m just going to pretend i’m happy so everybody can be okay!

i’ve been in a barrel for an hour. i fell asleep in there!

yes. i heard. it was the only thing i heard.

don’t cry. i’m just a little cold.

i bury my shame.

i should have told you. it’s yours.

forgiveness - that’s the key, isn’t it? it’s the only way to really grow.

your hair’s a mess. sit still.

you are my heart. you are me. you are my other half. you are welcome with me always.

you don’t always have to put on a brave face, dear.

we’re friends, right? are we friends?

i know we don’t always agree and i know i can be unkind, but… you know you’re family, right?

i’ve had a terrible thought. and it is sort of my business to have terrible thoughts.

take me instead.

we walk towards glory.

that’s mine! that’s mine!

did it choose me because i was broken, or did it break me?

please bring him back to me.

you think you care about me?

this was always supposed to happen, wasn’t it?

i love you. if i can find you, i will. if not, stay alive.

if he’s gone i won’t be the same.

i’d watch your moral panic all day, it’s delightful.

in many ways you are my total opposite. but you are also my best friend.

i made a choice. this is my family.

i forgive you. but i cannot let you leave.

please. please. i love him as much as you do.

fix him. fix him!

i like this family. i’d like to keep it.

i want you to know that you are like a brother to me.

talk about my sister again.

it’s been a while since we’ve had one of our depressing chats!

i can’t have you gone. i need you here.

i think we’re very broken people. but i think together we’re much greater than the sum of our parts.

don’t ever fucking do that again.

you didn’t die. but you did! but you didn’t. but you did! and then you didn’t.

i don’t want any of this! i don’t want any of this.

i’ve just had a near death experience and i’m craving some lasagna. 

you know, you’re getting weirder.

you and i are very different.

i’ve killed two of those who’ve wronged me and nothing is better. nothing feels better. nothing is avenged.

call me “child” one more goddamn time!

if you’re lucky, you die last.

some people have no sense of fucking honor!

i’ll take my clothes off if it’ll inspire us.

thank you for believing in me.

you’ve never done anything for me! never! you’ve never risked anything, you don’t know me!

everyone else believes in you. why shouldn’t you?

how many fingers am i holding up?

what’s the first letter of the alphabet? this you know.

yay! teamwork!

you fucking died!

don’t touch me right now! i’m not - don’t touch me!

i’m going to go get a sandwich.

you had us all very worried.

your reckless impulses will get you killed!

i’m done with gods. they will not help me. perhaps you will. 

this is too fucking much.

come here, you shithead.

it has been an honor.

screw you! i want my final words with you to be indignant and irritated.

you’re the face i saw when murder entered my heart.

i’m undecided about you.

never forget you’re my favorite. and i’m so sorry.

i’m not leaving him.

you’re a better man than you believe.

feel like making a home here?

you’re an idiot and i’m very proud of you. don’t do that again.

sound off if you’re alive.

it’s not going to work.

[fcrtuna-blog1]

tag dump.